I'm the chain fallen loose
from my father's truck
as he drives at night,
chasing him home from
                    ..."business."


My father is Lake Michigan
in January--cold and restles.
I'm the bystander of a shootout
between my family.

My father is a carpenter
painting my goldenness
gray.  He's the voice
in my head, and I am
                 ...worthless.

A Boy never had the chance
to break my heart, because
my father already had.